“Does Alpha Cayden know about this?” she asks in a high-pitched tone. “No,” I answer lowly. Looking around in shock, she scratches her nose, “What the hell, Missy? You just puked out a worm that was being fed by someone who wants to hurt you and you go about your day with a Beta on your side who k
I turn to Ramona again before I wet my lips with my tongue, “Now? Are you serious?” “Dead serious, princess,” he hisses, and I groan. Throwing my blanket back carefully, I scoot out of bed and grab his wrist to pull him into the kitchen. I close the door softly, and face him, looking straight int
Artemisia I get awakened brusquely from my sleep because of repetitive knocking. “What the hell,” Ramona groans, rubbing her eyes. “Must be our make-up and dressing team,” I say, lying back down. “Oh, my Goddess!” I jerk up as Ramona practically jumps out of bed, “What the hell is this?” “It’s
“I sent them home, I said.” He looks back up at me with an annoyed expression as he clenches his jaw. “Why? They were meant to not only be here for Ramona but also look for me,” I try to argue, fighting to keep my voice calm. “You have enough Omegas here who look perfectly for your well-being, I d
Artemisia My cheeks are already hurting because I can't stop smiling as Fynn is waiting for me at the end of the staircase. I pray to the Goddess that I don’t stumble as I walk down to reach him. After an awfully hectic day during which I was dolled up by a crowd of overly joyful Omegas, everybod
Suddenly, Ramona halts, clasping my arm as she turns around hastily. “Did you smell that?” “What?” I laugh as I continue to bump into her side with my hip. She takes another sniff in the air as she distorts her face, “Did you plan another round of desert?” “Why?” I crack up as I dance around her.
Artemisia ‘Let’s shift anyway!’ Cassy snickers in my head as I’m running through the labyrinth. ‘No, he said we couldn’t!’ I groan back at my wolf, making her giggle in my head. My long gown rustles over the pavement as I run along the path of the labyrinth. ‘Honestly, running away was the stupi
Artemisia My heart skips a beat as Matthew steps behind me and starts opening the zip of my dress slowly. The gown glides down my body to pool at my feet, causing the cold air to graze my skin and raise goosebumps on it. Fynn observes me as his brother proceeds to untie my flimsy corset, my body y